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‘We should stop making a big deal out of the little things and get carried away’


That’s what you used to say to me. You told me our teenage love story would last.

You told me our greatest adventures were yet to be discovered. I carried loyalty in defence at every incoming attack.


My father once told me, ‘A fool would offer you the world, but a man would offer you his life.’


I’ve learned trust is like glass; it’s clear and transparent but easy to break. Once broken you can put all the pieces back together but the cracks are permanent.


Courage is knowing when to be strong when your body and mind is fragile. My stature might be small, but my spirit is strong.


Although a slap isn’t as equal to your disloyalty it’s the beginning of amending something broken.


A king cannot claim royalty without a queen.



Published by AdHoc Fiction, 04/12/2019.




You can now view this story as well as other short-stories in my collection 'Kapav Garcon, Kapav Zaco' here.



Is sand called sand because it’s between sea and land? Between the two, lays the shore. The shore is a graveyard to many; we don’t realise because it’s where we go for enjoyment.

There is something peaceful about the sea, especially the beach. If you pay attention to detail you’ll know the washed up coral is dead. They must come here to be buried on land.

Occasionally you’ll see homes that the tides bring in. When I was nine my mother told me that you could hear the sea in a shell.

I never stopped to think of it any differently, but it wasn’t the sea. It wasn’t the sea. It was something screaming for peace.

You should let the dead rest when stepping into a graveyard.



Published by AdHoc Fiction, 06/11/2019.




You can now view this story as well as other short-stories in my collection 'Kapav Garcon, Kapav Zaco' here.



5:45 AM, why does my mind chose this time to start having a discussion? It’s like it told me to have an epiphany to wake. Then giving me the realisation I’m having a conversation with my thoughts.


”If only you did that.”


”Yeah, but if I did. I wouldn’t have accomplished all the things I’ve done now.”

”You’re weak.”


Some people say ’the devil plays on empty ears’. Maybe that’s a reference to the negative inner-self thoughts?


6:00 AM, I hear the call. I prostrate with my forehead pressing on the ground. I find peace and clarity in this action. We discuss I speak, you listen. I tell you everything that is wrong with my life, I plead for your mercy. I give thanks.


6:15 AM, you are my inner thoughts. You consume my body and become closer to me than my own jugular vein.


You allow me to rest.



Published by AdHoc Fiction, 13/10/2019.




You can now view this story as well as other short-stories in my collection 'Kapav Garcon, Kapav Zaco' here.

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